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 China and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.