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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.