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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.