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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.