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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.