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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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?
Hardrive,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.