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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.