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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.