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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.