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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.