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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.