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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.