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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
10cc,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.