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 Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.