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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.