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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.