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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.