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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.