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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.