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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.