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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.