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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.