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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.