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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.