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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.