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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.