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 United Kingdom 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
the Association,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.