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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.