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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.