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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.