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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.