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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.