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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.