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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.