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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.