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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.