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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Ossler,
AZ,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.