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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.