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 Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.