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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.