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 India and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.