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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.