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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.