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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.