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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.