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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.