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 Israel 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
The Motions,
ABC,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.