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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.