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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.