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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.