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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.