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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.