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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.