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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Television,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.