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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Television to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.