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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.