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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
This Heat,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.