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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.