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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.