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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.