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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.