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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.