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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.