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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.