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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
10cc,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Whodini,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.