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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.