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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.