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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.