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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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?
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.