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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.