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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.