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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Audionom 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
The Move,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Slave,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.