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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.