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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.