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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.