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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.