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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.