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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.