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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.