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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.