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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.