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 Jamaica 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.