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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.