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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Fear,
a-ha,
Scion,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.