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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.