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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.