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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.