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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.