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 Mongolia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.