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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.