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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.