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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.