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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Can,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Fear,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.