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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.