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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
CMW,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.