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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Swans,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.