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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.