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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Nas to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.