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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Smog 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 rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.