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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.