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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.