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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.