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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
The Martian,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.