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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.