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 Syria and from Accra.
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 Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.