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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.