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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.