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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.