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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Fear,
Model 500,
June Days,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.