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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
T. Rex,
CMW,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.