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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.