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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.