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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.