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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Names,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.