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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Nas,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.