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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.