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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.