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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.