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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.