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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.