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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.