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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.