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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.