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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.