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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.