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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.