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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.