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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
CMW,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.