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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Q65,
Brick,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.