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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.