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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.