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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.