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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 Mumbai 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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Wings,
Can,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.