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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.