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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.