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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.