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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.