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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.