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 Philippines and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.