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 Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League 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?
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.