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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.