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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.