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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.