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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Wings,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.