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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.