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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.