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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.