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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
The Names,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.