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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.