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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.