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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.