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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.