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 Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.