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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.