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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Echospace,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.