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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.