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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
X-102,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.