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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.