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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.