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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.