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 and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.