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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
The Move,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.