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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
UT,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.