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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.