Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.