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 Angola 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Mars,
Technova,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.