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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Aswad,
The Names,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
DNA,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.