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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.