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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.