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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.