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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.