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 Burundi 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.