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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.