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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.