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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.