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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.