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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.