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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Technova,
MDC,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.