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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.