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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Can,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.