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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Oneida,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.