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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.