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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.