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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.