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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.