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 Japan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.