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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Index,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.