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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.