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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.