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 Iraq and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Japan,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.