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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.