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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.