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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.