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 Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Magazine,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.