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 India and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Remains to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.