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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.