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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Henry Cow 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.