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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.