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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
cv313,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.