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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s 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 Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.