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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.