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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.