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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.