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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.