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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.