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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.