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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.