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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.