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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.