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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Scion,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Wings,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.