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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.