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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.