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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.