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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
The Fall,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.