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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.