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 Mali and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.