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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.