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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.