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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Excepter 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.