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 China and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.