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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.