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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.