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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.