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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.