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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Lalann to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.