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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.