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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.