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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.