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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.