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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.