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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Wire,
the Swans,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.