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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Wings,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.