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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.