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 Grenada 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
cv313,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.