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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.