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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.