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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.