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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.