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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Franke,
Excepter,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.