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 Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.