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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Busters to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.