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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.