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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.