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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.