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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.