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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Lalann to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.