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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.