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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.