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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.