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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.