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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Wings,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.