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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Whodini,
DNA,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.