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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.