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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.