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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.