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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the 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.