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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.