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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.