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 Mali 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.