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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.