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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.