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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
MC5,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.