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 Bhutan 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.