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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
ABC,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.