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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.