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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.