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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.