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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.