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 Haiti and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Magma,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.