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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Searchers to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.