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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.