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 the UAE and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.