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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Technova,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.