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 Venezuela 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.