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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.