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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.