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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.