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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
AZ,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.