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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.