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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Visage to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.