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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.