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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.