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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Organ,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.