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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.