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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.