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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.