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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
The Evens,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.