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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.