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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.