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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.