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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.