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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
The Slits,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.