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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.