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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Faust,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.