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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.