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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.