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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.