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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.