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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.