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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Section 25,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.