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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.