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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.