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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.