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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.