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 United Kingdom 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.