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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.