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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.