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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.