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 Kenya 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.