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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.