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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.