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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.