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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.