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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.