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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.