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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.