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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks 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?
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
The Slits,
June Days,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.