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 Romania and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
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.