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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.