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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.