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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Scion,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.