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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.