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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.