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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Visage,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.