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 Peru 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.