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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Brick,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.