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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Ossler,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.