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 France and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe 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.