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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.