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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.