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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.