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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.