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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.