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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.