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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.