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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.