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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 United States of America,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.