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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
UT,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.