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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.