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 Bangladesh 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Swans,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
UT,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.