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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.