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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.