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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.