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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.