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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.