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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.