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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.