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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.