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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.