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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Nas,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Echospace,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.