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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.