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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.