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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.