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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.