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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.