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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
X-101,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.