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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Franke,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.