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 Barbados and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Evens to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Index,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.