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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.