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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.