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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Japan,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.