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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.