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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.