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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.