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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.