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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
X-101,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Monks,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.