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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.