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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.