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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.