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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.