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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.