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 Spain 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.