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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.