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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.