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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.