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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Monks to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Magazine,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.