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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.