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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.