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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.