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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.