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 Georgia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.