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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.