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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.