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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 A Certain Ratio 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Model 500,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.