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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.