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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.