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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.