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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.