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 Samoa and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.