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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.