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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.