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 Madagascar 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.