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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.