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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Litter,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.