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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.