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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Gong,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.