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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.