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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.