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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Slits,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.