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 Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.