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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Magma,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.