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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.