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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
MDC,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.