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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.