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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.