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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.