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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.