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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.