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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.