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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.