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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.