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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.