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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.