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 Austria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Camberwell Now 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
The Move,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.