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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.