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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
MDC,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.