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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.