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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.