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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.