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 Czech Republic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Associates to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.