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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.