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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.