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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.