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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Monks,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.