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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Cure,
The Index,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.