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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.