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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Mars,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.