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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.