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 Burundi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nas 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
DNA,
Deakin,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.