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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.