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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.