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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Pole,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.