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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Moebius,
ABC,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.