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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.