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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.