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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
ABC,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.