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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.