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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Swans,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.