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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
PIL,
MDC,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.