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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.