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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Wings,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.