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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.