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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.