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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.