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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.