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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.