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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.