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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Mars,
MC5,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
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.