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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.