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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Main Source,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.