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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.