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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.