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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.