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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Hoover,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.