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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.