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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.