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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.