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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.