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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.