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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Wings,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Ludus,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Gong,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.