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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.