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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.