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 Belarus 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cowsills to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
DNA,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.