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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.