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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Alison Limerick 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '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 Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.