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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.