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 Poland 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Audionom,
June Days,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Index,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.