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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.