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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.