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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Smog,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Can,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.