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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.