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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.