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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Wings,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Ludus,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.