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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.