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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.