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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.