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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.