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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.