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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.