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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.