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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.