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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
the Germs,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.