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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.