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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.