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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.