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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.