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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.