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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.