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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Television,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.