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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Faust,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.