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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Pagans to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.