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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.