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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Index,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.