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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.