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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Index,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.