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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.