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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.