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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Scion,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.