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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.