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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.