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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.