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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.