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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.