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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.