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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.