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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.