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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.