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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.