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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.