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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.