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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.