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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.